Cultivation of immortality breaks the sky

The interrogation here was much faster. He died of poison three days later. For him, who was born as a casual cultivator, life was more important than anything else.

In his mind, any life-threatening phenomenon should either be strangled in the cradle or controlled by it. In short, it is better to live a miserable life than to die. Only when you are alive can you talk about everything and everything is possible.

So Lu Chan made a decision instantly. After his spiritual power was restored, he must get out before they left, and then think of a way to save the righteous camp.

After making the decision, Lu Chan's eyes quickly recovered their determination. It was just that their spiritual power was sealed, not that the spiritual power was exhausted by the fight between the cultivators.

Therefore, they only need a little guidance to recover, and after half a cup of tea, most people's spiritual power has been restored.

They were bored and started chatting in groups of three or five. Some of them resented that they were treated differently despite being fellow monks from the East China Sea camp.

Some people looked relieved for a moment, but at the same time they cursed the monks of the righteous camp for being despicable and shameless.

Lu Chan released his spiritual sense and took a rough look, and found that among this group of people, there were forty-eight of his former subordinates.

Then he quietly contacted these people one by one. Because they were all independent cultivators, when Lu Chan proposed his plan, everyone hesitated for a moment and then agreed.

Since these people had been confirmed to be monks from the East China Sea, the guarding was not strict. Lu Chan was worried that something might happen if he was too late, so he immediately implemented his plan.

Then Lu Chan shouted, "Damn Duan Tiande, die."

Then Lu Chan started fighting with one of his subordinates, and soon the other forty-six people also joined in.

The twenty-four people started to fight fiercely with each other, and for a while the place was in chaos. The other monks who were affected ran to a safe place to watch while cursing. "

After the guarding monk from the East China Sea discovered something unusual, he came in in time to stop the fight. Then both sides stopped fighting temporarily, but they pointed at each other and cursed at each other.

Some called the other side dogs of the righteous camp, because their surrender caused many deaths and injuries to their brothers.

Some accused the other side of colluding with the righteous camp and harming many of their brothers with internal and external cooperation.

Some cursed the other side for being as soft as mud, and as soon as their side showed a disadvantage, they turned against them and attacked them, causing them to suffer heavy losses.

Some called the other side worse than pigs and dogs, saying that they were servile to the righteous camp and brought shame to the East China Sea camp.

And so on...and so on, the list is too numerous to mention, just use any curse you can think of, no matter how ugly it is.

The guards were unable to make a decision for a moment, and seeing that the two sides were about to fight again, in order to prevent the situation from escalating further, the guards had no choice but to take the 48 people including Lu Chan to other places for watchfulness.

This was exactly the goal of Lü Chan's plan. When he was taking them to other places, when they were walking in a place with few people, Lü Chan shouted, "Do it."

You have to know that Lu Chan and his companions are all in the late stage of foundation building, and they have to deal with less than a hundred cultivators in the early stage of foundation building who are guarding them.

It was a piece of cake for him, and it was a sneak attack. In just two breaths, all the guards were killed instantly.

Afterwards, after destroying the bodies, they disguised themselves as guards with ease, suppressed their cultivation to the initial stage of foundation building, and returned to their original place to serve as guards.

However, their incident was still reported. At this moment, Young Master Wen was drinking fine wine and watching beautiful women dancing, and he felt so happy.

Since he had interrogated more than 3,600 East China Sea cultivators, and this incident also caught the attention of Master Feng, not only did Master Feng notice it, he also ordered these interrogated spies to immediately follow Commander Zhong to meet up with Lord Gui.

So at this moment, Young Master Wen felt that he had helped Young Master Feng invisibly, and so the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were finally released at this moment.

But before he could be happy for a while, a cultivator suddenly came to report, and Master Wen's joy was instantly ruined.

Perhaps Young Master Wen is really too unlucky, which is why he is so nervous that he has to do everything himself, for fear of the slightest mistake.

So he called the person in and asked, "What's the matter?"

The people below hurriedly reported the truth: "Sir, something bad has happened?"

Master Wen was furious after hearing just one sentence. He immediately lost all interest and shouted.

"Everyone, get out of here. What's wrong? Tell me the truth."

The people below bent over and didn't dare to raise their heads. They quickly said, "Some of our monks whose identities have been verified have started to cause trouble."

Master Wen frowned and said, "Are they sick? I tried my best to rescue them. What else can they do? What is the reason for the riot? How many people are involved in the riot?"

The people below quickly spoke up: "The reason seems to be that the other party surrendered to the righteous camp at that time, killing many of their brothers. There are all kinds of stories, but the number of people is not large, only forty-eight."

After hearing this, Master Wen was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. He said angrily: "They are all fucking cheap bastards. They are so pissed off that I am dying."

Just when Master Wen was furious, someone suddenly came to report to him from outside the tent. Helplessly, he called the person in and asked, "What's the matter?"

The visitor said hurriedly, "It's bad. When nearly a hundred of our guards were escorting those troublemakers away, they suddenly disappeared.

Both of them just disappeared into thin air.”

Master Wen was overwhelmed by what he heard. He suddenly remembered what he had told his superiors and asked hurriedly, "How many of our monks have been identified?"

The first person who reported the incident said quickly, "There were 3,647 people before. Now, after removing the 48 people who caused trouble, there are 3,599 people left."

Hearing this, Master Wen was shocked and said, "It's troublesome. The number of people promised to the higher-ups is more than 3,600.

Now we don't even have 3,600 people. Why am I so unlucky? Oh my God, can't you let me perform well in front of Master Feng? Sigh, what should I do?"

Suddenly, Master Wen's eyes turned, he looked at the two people below, then spoke with a smile.

"There is an opportunity for you two to make a contribution. The reward is very generous. Are you interested?"

The first person below asked in confusion, "If you have anything to do, just tell us. We will definitely complete it until our bodies are broken into pieces. It would be a bit too much to talk about rewards."

Master Wen then said without further ado, "Those bastards who caused the trouble must be afraid of fighting and don't want to go to the war, so they did this.

But I have already promised to send more than 3,600 people, and now the number is insufficient, so I want you two to replace them.